We do have to remain true to the idea of honesty within what you want to do.
Death is the surest calculation that can be made.
For the thinker the world is a thought; for the wit, an image; for the enthusiast, a dream; for the inquirer, truth.
A creative force that either creates itself or arises from nothing, and which is a causa sui (its own cause), exactly resembles Baron Munchhausen, who drew himself out of the bog by taking hold of his own hair.
The universe, as we see it, is the result of regularly working forces, having a causal connection with each other and therefore capable of being understood by human reason.
The useless search of philosophers for a cause of the universe is a regressus in infinitum (a stepping backwards into the infinite) and resembles climbing up an endless ladder, the recurring question as to the cause of the cause rendering the attainment of a final goal impossible.
What we still designate as chance, merely depends on a concatenation of circumstances, the internal connection and final causes of which we have as yet been unable to unravel.
All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.
We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?
Love of Allah is the power of the heart, the sustenance of the heart, the light of the heart.
I have no patience with this dreadful idea that whatever you have in you has to come out, that you can't suppress true talent. People can be destroyed; they can be bent, distorted, and completely crippled. . . In spite of all the poetry, all the philosophy to the contrary, we are not really masters of our fate.